My thoughts to those of you dealing with parental ill health. 
Such a nice day - it's March, people, can you believe it? Currently, the DCs (and two of DS's mates) have the hose out and are sliding up a tarpaulin in the school field behind our garden in their swim kit. DH is watching the Grand Prix (he was totally uninterested in yesterday's rugby, despite being Irish). He has already suffered his first sunburned forehead of the year and is snivelling and sneezing with hayfever so the good weather is lost on him.
Had to dash to the pet shop earlier, because the DDs' hamsters, (which are Russian Dwarf sisters, so should get along fine), have suddenly started fighting quite nastily. The little, nippy one (DD1's) has started picking on the slow, fat one (DD2's). I bought a second cage, but the small animal expert at the shop has suggested we douse both hammies in talcum powder (which removes their smell) and try re-introducing somewhere neutral, like the bottom of the bathtub. The whole conversation at the pet shop was observed by a man buying cat litter, who commented that he'd happily kill his sister if he had to live with her. Maybe he has a point. Anyway, hamster-talcing is this evening's entertainment.
We will also be having a BBQ!